Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.